A Morning Spent in My Room

A place where I can go where time stands still…

A Morning Spent in My Room

In My Room

I lay my head upon Frida Kahlo

upon her bosom I dream of color

to counteract my older skins pallor

my feet near broken candle for tallow.

At eyesight green until boarded fencing

embrace embroidered paisley thick curtain

to shade my room when life is uncertain

these times I keep re-experiencing.

A collage of a neuron we once made

of education periodical

a triptych acrylic of memory.

A crescent moon during a masquerade,

one house plant turns home to tropical,

to struggle bringing out the sensory.


In my room I notice a lack of clock

a place where I can go where time stands still

a finch will stop and stare upon my sill

to flutter back to fly within his flock.

Then other times I’ll sit and read a book

the only noise the turning of the page,

some new editions, some yellow with age,

the temptation to stop and take a look.

Then ponder books that wait inside of me

as thoughts that swirl like paints upon easel

or words from poets voices in the air.

The children’s finger paints for all to see

my daughter’s drawing of a blue weasel

all tacked upon my wall with tender care.


Here where I listen to Charlie Parker

with breeze from open window flying free

into a world of tile and mirror me

well lit with electric lights when darker.

The place I lay my head to fall asleep

upon this Frida Kahlo wrapped pillow

where life can find the time to be mellow

and Chamomile tea will start to steep.

I am only bedding here for awhile

for maybe only a few years or more

among these blankets and homemade fine art.

At anytime of day I’m free to smile

while sitting on my bed with feet on floor

to think about this day and how to start.


Jamie Lee Hamann
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Jamie Lee Hamann

Things have changed over the years. My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished two collections of poetry "Six Years of Service" and "The Rhyme of the Ancient Middle Class" both available on Amazon and plans for more. I share a weekly poem for TCE every Saturday. I started work on my first novel and I am using TCE to share my progress as I go. I share new excerpts of this work every weekend. A Science Fiction novel that I hope is enjoyable to read. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

4 thoughts on “A Morning Spent in My Room

  • April 13, 2019 at 9:26 PM

    It is so great to have one’s own private space to dream, write, journey through the universe/the world, to just be and live in the moment. You have your room made up to express you and your cherished treasures, Jamie – much like I have mine which is totally me, my memories and my treasures. I enjoyed your verse and it is so well written. Well done.

  • April 16, 2019 at 6:43 PM

    Your poetry gave a wonderful image of your private space for dreaming and remembering. Loved this.

  • April 18, 2019 at 2:36 AM

    Wonderfully expressed jamie. You really took us into your room with your wonderful words.


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